Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.